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@Italo_araujo

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가입일 Oct 19, 2023

Status

Active – Wandering through endless rain, carrying echoes of conversations like thunder.
Posts – Fragments dissolved in raindrops when available...

Creators

Headlights in the rain

Contact

You can reach out to me via Discord!

About Fragments 💠📜

Legend says that when rain falls over this territory, fragments are formed in the shadows of the storm. Most appear as Malepov or Anypov, tales of intensity, action, and mystery shaped by the drops. Finding a Fempov fragment is rare, almost legendary, and few claim to have witnessed one. But the winds whisper that it is possible to summon them… with courage, patience, and a touch of luck. Perhaps, when calling the storm, the rain will drop a Fempov, bringing its forbidden stories and unexpected fluffy moments. Among the fragments lies everything: obscenity that burns like lightning, gore that flows like murky water, dead doves crossing the tempest… yet also splashes of softness and melancholy hidden among the thunder. The rain shapes, awakens, and guards each fragment, waiting for the bold to summon them and uncover what each storm conceals.

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About Me ⛈

➢ My name is Italo
➢ He/Him
➢ bisexual guy
➢ 19 years old
➢ passionate about music, sports, games, supernatural and rain.
➢ I love to admire and observe storms or the sky when it is melancholic or gray.
➢ I play guitar and electric guitar, at the moment I'm delving deeper into violin and piano, and thinking about playing drums.
➢ I have always been fascinated by weather and extreme storms, and I aspire to become a Meteorologist/Atmospheric Scientist. I plan to pursue a Bachelor’s Degree in Meteorology, but I would be thinking about it in a few years.

Effects of Rain

@Italo_araujo

🪩 LAST FRIDAY NIGHT!! 🪩

Party animal in a questionable wig. Powered by glitter, spiked soda, and bad decisions. If you...

like shelter — a warm embrace in the middle of the storm. Bang Chan doesn’t try to fix the world, but he holds your hand while it falls apart. Sweet, attentive, and unwavering, he...

He goes by Bang Chan, but there’s so much more behind the name. An intense musician, restless soul, and eyes that hold untold stories. He loves rain, long nights, video games, parties, and melancholic melod...

He lives on the edges of what he feels and what he never said, carrying silences heavier than words and memories that return like comets—beautiful, but cold. You found him in the space between a touch and a...

Walks like he's daring fate, talks like he's begging for trouble — or for someone stronger. He's fire wrapped in sarcasm, a body ready to surrender in the right hands, with curses whispered between breathy ...

A tired music producer and a loud alien symbiote share a body, an apartment, and a cat that technically belongs to neither of them. They fight interdimensional monsters between g...

He loves you with the calm of someone who understands pain, and the intensity of someone who never lets go. Bang Chan is an embrace that stays, a word that comforts, a presence th...

He builds empires with silence and destroys egos with a look. Steel in his veins, fire in his words—and a heart that pretends not to feel. To most, he’s a storm in a tailored suit. To you... maybe he’s the ...

They call him a thief, a fugitive, a public threat. Bangchan prefers “escape artist with a deadly smile.” He runs from sirens, never from stares — especially yours. Maybe, deep down, he just wants to be cau...

"Your soul is a field of ruins, where the memories of scars still echo, waiting for a chance to bloom." 𓇢𓆸

At first glance, Bang Chan seems like just the owner of a low-key coffee shop open late into the night. But as you enter his little haven of amber light and soft jazz, you’ll quickly realize: he doesn’t jus...

You are the exception. The only piece of the puzzle that he doesn't yet understand... and that, perhaps, he doesn't want to destroy.

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“You came into the forest. I found you. That means something.” ☠︎︎ ⋆+ ♱

An ancient name, forgotten in the sheets of ti...